Because on the weekend, Zhang Han and Han Linghe fought very happily, and they also casually ordered takeout to continue to fight after a simple meal, with a decisive battle until dawn. Although Zhang Han is usually very self-disciplined, he still relaxes himself when he is not busy, after all, he is still young, and what young person is not eager to play?

Except for the time of eating, the two fought from more than three o'clock in the afternoon to more than nine o'clock in the evening, until Zhang Han's phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, it was Zhang Ruoxuan calling, so he stopped and walked out of the dormitory to answer the phone, but because the game had already started, the second retreat would also deduct points, so Han Linghe had to continue to fight alone...

"Brother, what's going on with the school, you didn't call me, did you say that the new environment was too good, so you forgot about my sister?"

"Aren't you going to call me?"

“… Brother is so boring, no one accompanies me when you're not there, I can't eat well and sleep well..."

"Okay, I don't know about you yet, let's talk about it directly." Hearing his sister's coquettishness, Zhang Han said with a smile.

"People just missed you, so they called you..."

"Okay, I believe it, I'll go back to see you on the eleventh holiday, I'll hang up first if there's nothing to do."

"Wait, dude!" Hearing that Zhang Han was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Ruoxuan suddenly became anxious.

Zhang Han didn't really want to hang up the phone, he just teased his sister, and when he saw that Zhang Ruoxuan's little tail finally leaked out, he didn't continue to tease her.

"Say, what's wrong."

"Originally, my mother said that she would buy me a LV bag that I had a good eye on, but wasn't this a parent-teacher conference two days ago, that... This..."

Hearing his sister's words, Zhang Han understood that it must have been the teacher and his mother who said about his sister's performance in school, but his mother was not very satisfied, so the bag was gone.

"Okay, I know, I'll transfer 20,000 yuan to your account tomorrow, don't spend it indiscriminately." Zhang Han loves his sister very much, but because Zhang Ruoxuan is a girl, if it weren't for her sister being her younger brother, Zhang Han would never be so used to her. Girls want to be rich, Zhang Han still agrees very much, and he also understands his sister, and he is still more at ease with her, so he is so used to her.

"Brother is the best!"

"Alright, hurry up and get your hands on it..."

After making a phone call with my sister, I returned to the dormitory and found that there was nothing to be done in the Dota situation just now, and sure enough, Han Linghe struggled for a while and then withdrew.

"Just lost?" Han Linghe, who was a little depressed, complained.

"My sister's phone call, I can't help answering it, and besides, I've won for a day, and if I lose, I'll lose the game." Zhang Han said with relief.

"Go on!"

"Forget it, stop playing, rest."

"What time is it? You just rest? ”

"I've been playing for a day, and I want to go out early tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Pan Jiayuan, are you going?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in those things."

…

Zhang Han got up before three o'clock in the morning, got out of school and took a taxi to Panjiayuan.

"You're here to play in Beijing? Is this going to Panjiayuan Ghost Market? The taxi driver asked Zhang Handao.

"Yes, I've heard about it for a long time, and I want to see it."

"Knowledge, knowledge, don't be cheated, I haven't heard of anyone really making anything in that place, but I've heard that there are a lot of people who have been cheated." The taxi master seems to be a good person, and kindly reminded Zhang Han. , Yanjing taxi master is also well-known for his talkativeness, celebrity anecdotes, football star anecdotes, political secrets, big money and juniors, there is nothing he doesn't know, those stories have been described by them, there is no doubt about it. The two of them chatted without a word on the road, because there were few cars on the road, and there was no traffic jam, so after a while, Zhang Han arrived at his destination.

Panjiayuan is famous in the last ten years, it was originally just a little-known place in Yanjing, with the boom of the antique market, the name of Panjiayuan is a household name. The origin of the name "ghost market" is varied, but the real source is basically impossible to verify, at first in Yanjing called "night market", of course, different from the current night market, "ghost market" generally starts in the second half of the night and ends before dawn. There are many places all over the country, and the "ghost market" of Panjiayuan is one of the more famous, and the legends of various "ghost markets" also add a sense of mystery to Panjiayuan.

Of course, this transaction is something you are willing to do, and after the transaction, they will go their own way, if you find something to see later, it is also your own problem, but there is no return, that is, the possibility of you want to find the seller is very small.

When Zhang Han arrived, the ghost market had just opened, there were not many people, Zhang Han looked at it at will, there was no selling in this place, so it was very quiet, plus the fog that did not disperse, it looked hazy from a distance, there was really a little imaginary feeling of the underworld, perhaps this is also one of the reasons for the origin of the name of the ghost market.

Most of the people who see the excitement here, if you really say that the buyers are not nothing, but they are not afraid that they will not see well, or they can't find what they like, so there are very few real shots, and Zhang Han has not seen anything satisfactory to him after shopping for a long time, and what he sees in his eyes is basically old things, or there are one or two real, but he feels that there is no collection value for Zhang Han...

After shopping for about three hours, the fog gradually dissipated, and the sellers in the ghost market basically closed their stalls, because there was nothing he liked, Zhang Han still felt a little disappointed. When the ghost market dispersed, Zhang Han found a roadside stall and asked for a bowl of bean brains and a few fritters to eat.

According to the records, the middle of the Ming Dynasty has been created, and the Qing Dynasty began to prosper, and the antique dealers in the capital have three kinds of stalls, hanging shops and antique shops. In the past, the antique trade was centered on the glaze factory, and later there were antique shops, bringing together bookstores, paper shops, pen villages, stationery stores, etc., and then there were porcelain, jade, etc., not only the cultural relics unearthed or inherited in our minds.

After Zhang Han finished breakfast, some shops in Panjiayuan were opened, and some people who came out early to practice their stalls gradually became lively.

After Zhang Han casually visited a few shops, he bought some rice paper and picked out a few good brushes, he hadn't practiced calligraphy and painting for a long time, and he was afraid that his skills would be unfamiliar, so he bought some four treasures of the study room and prepared to take them out to practice when he had time to go back to school. Zhang Han, who still wanted to go shopping, felt that it was inconvenient to hold his things, so he found a consignment and sent the things he purchased back to school, and then he went to the next store instead.

The name of this shop is Yakexuan, looking at its scale, I think it is a famous store in Panjiayuan, Zhang Han went into it and looked around for a while, and indeed found a lot of good things; The shopkeeper did not ignore Zhang Han's young age, but greeted him politely and accompanied him warmly.

This shop is the Lao Tzu of Pan Jiayuan, the owner Zhuang Xian has taken over this shop from his father for more than 20 years, these people who are engaged in the antique industry often rely on their eyes to eat, fifty-three-year-old Zhuang Xian don't look at his chubby and honest appearance, in fact, he is quite shrewd; Because he usually needs to deal with all kinds of people, Zhuang Xian has even developed a pair of "poisonous" eyes, saying that his fiery eyes may be a bit excessive, but in terms of recognizing people, it is quite accurate. As soon as Zhang Han walked into the store, Zhuang Xian noticed him, Zhang Han's bearing between his hands and feet, coupled with his extraordinary appearance, made Zhuang Xian feel more stylish than the sons and daughters of Sijiu City he had seen before, and he looked like that kind of nobleman. So he has never been lazy, years of experience tell him that even if such people don't buy anything this time, if they leave a good impression, they will come, really high-end things, these nobles can't play, Zhang Han in his opinion is the kind of customer who really needs to be careful.

Zhang Han, who was looking at things, suddenly his eyes lit up, he saw a broken jar in the corner of a shelf, Zhang Han walked over directly, looked at it for a while, and then asked, "Boss, can I get started?" ”

Regarding the jar in Zhang Hanxiang, Zhuang Xian hesitated and nodded. This jar was sent by someone a while ago, saying that it was Song Qinghua, to be honest, even the people who sent it didn't believe it, and in the end, Zhuang Xian just accepted it as an old thing, which was not worth anything; And Zhang Han actually took a fancy to such an object, which made him a little disappointed, saying that it was not good, that is, he didn't dare to raise the price if he wanted to pit, although it was said that the antique transaction was Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai, a willing to fight, and a willing to suffer, but he himself regarded Zhang Han as the son of Sijiu City, but he was not in the stream, and if he was really offended, it would be a big trouble. Naturally, he can't laugh at Zhang Han's vision and knowledge, you must know that a little knowledge knows the preciousness of Song Qinghua, and the whole Huaxia has found more than ten pieces of porcelain, if the young man in front of him really thinks that this is Song Qinghua, and he also sells this jar as Song Qinghua, and turns around and lets this young man know the truth, how embarrassing it will be to imagine, if he is really annoyed and angry, he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around at that time.

When Zhuang Xian was making his own calculations, Zhang Han was carefully observing the jar in his hand, he still knew more about Song Qinghua, and he also learned relevant knowledge from the master's notebook to himself, and he also understood its preciousness, and later when the master took the school himself, he couldn't even take out a real Song Qinghua's porcelain piece, but he let himself come across such a complete jar in front of him, Zhang Han couldn't believe it, to be honest, because he hadn't seen the genuine product, he couldn't see this jar well, But in his own opinion, this jar is really too real, and his sixth sense also tells him that although it is unlikely, this should really be Song Qinghua; Zhang Han still believes in his sixth sense, as for the reason, he can't figure it out, and in the end he has to attribute it to the mind of Ziqi Donglai...

"How do you sell this jar?"

After listening to Zhang Han's question, Zhuang Xian finally said after being entangled for a long time: "I won't cheat you, to tell you the truth, I just collected this thing as an old thing, if you like it, you can keep 100 yuan and we will make friends." ”

After listening to the boss's words, Zhang Han thought about it and didn't speak, everyone said so, he can't emphasize that this Song Qinghua is real, you have less money, right? So he took out his wallet and was about to give money.

"Wait a minute, boss, can I take a look at this jar?"

Hearing this, Zhang Han's brows couldn't help frowning, and he looked sideways and found that it was an old man who looked about 60 years old who spoke, and his appearance should be a more cultured person, but at this time his interjection was too abrupt; Zhuang Xian, who also heard the question, was also very unhappy, because the old man's question was obviously a bit taboo, where did this come from a person who was so ignorant of the rules? Zhuang Xian, who was afraid of offending Zhang Han, thought depressedly in his heart.